"Help!" Mama cried, her voice not surreptitious.
I fetched my rifle, thinking it judicious
and ran outside, my manner expeditious.
"I saw a werewolf!" Mama said. "So vicious
and with a face so ugly and pernicious
I think we can assume it was malicious!"
Now, normally I'm not too superstitious,
believing ghouls and ghosts to be fictitious.
Also, her breath smelled just a tad suspicious.
"Forgive me, Mama, if I sound seditious.
I know you're quite convinced that rum's nutritious,
but three bottles by noon seems, well ... ambitious."